I laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling. Ever since me and Bo had that talk a few days ago, I'm starting realize some shit. I still really can't get over the fact that I'm a daddy. I got a baby on the way. What hell am I supposed to do with a baby, when me and Bo ain't together? How we supposed to be a family?
"Wassup nigga?" Fizz say, sitting down beside me.
I sighed and sat against my head board. Fizz shook his head.
"You still tryna get yo shit together, man?" He say.
"Yeah I guess. Me and Bo ain't together, so what imma do?" I say.
Fizz shake his head again. I put my head in my hands.
"What I do, huh? What I do to deserve a baby? I ain't ready for this shit." I rant.
"Nigga shut the fuck up!" He yelled.
I looked up real quick and gave him a twisted look. Ain't nobody ever talk to me like that, and it ain't finna start now.
"Yo who the fuck you talkin' to, nigga?" I yell.
"You nigga!" Fizz yelled, jumping up.
"I'm sick of hearing yo bitch ass complain about the baby! YOU didn't use a mothafuckin' condom! YOU chose to have sex with Chilombo, knowing that she sixteen! So YOU gotta deal with it!" Fizz yelled.
"You nineteen mothafuckin' years old, nigga! Suck that shit up and deal with it! Be a fuckin' man and be glad Chilombo is a real ass bitch enough to still ride for yo ass after what the fuck you did to her!"
I didn't know what to do. I didn't even know what to say. Fizz was sayin' some real shit. I can't lie. But he gettin' too loud.
"Getcho shit together, Aug. Be a fuckin' man." He say.
"How?" I say, getting mad. "Please tell me how I can possibly get my shit right? Since you got all the fucking answers!"
Fizz shake his head.
"I don't know, man. I ain't got those answers." He said, walking out.
I fell back on my bed and cussed under my breath. I hate how that nigga is always right.
After about an hour, when I was still trying to calm myself down, a heard another knock at my door.
"I don't wanna talk to yo ass man!" I yell.
Chilombo stepped inside and closed the door. I calmed down a little bit.
"Damn, boo! How you really feel?" She say.
"I'm sorry, baby. I ain't feelin' too hot." I say, kissing her lips.
"Its ok." She say, laying on my chest.
Even though she got a tiny baby bump, Bo is still bad as hell. And the way she on me got a nigga feelin' some typa way. But I can't. She with that nigga. It make me sick to my stomach, knowing that my girl is with a nigga that ain't me. It make me regret everything I did to Bo. But she still mine. Who she laying on right now? Who she cry for? Who she think about day and night? Me. I'm always gon' be her number one, no matter how many niggas she get with. She love me like I love her. Unconditionally.
I slid my hand up and down her lower back, right by her ass. I'm suprised she let me do that. Maybe things between her and Captain-Save-a-Bitch ain't what its cracked up to be. It won't hurt to ask.
"Baby?"
"Hmm?" She say.
"How things been with you and that nigga?" I ask.
Bo giggle and get on top of me. I can't even tell you how hard it was for my dick not to get hard.
"Aww! Is Auggie jealous?" She say, poking my lip.
I smacked my lips and pushed her hand away.
"I ain't jealous of that bitch. He the one that should be jealous of me!" I say.
Bo cross her arms and raise her eyebrow.
"How so?" She say.
"Ain't it obvious, Bo? He can't never be me! That nigga can't have what we have." I say.
Bo's face dropped a little. She always do that when she know I'm right, but she still kept her arms crossed.
"And exactly what do we have, August? Co-parenting issues?" She say.
I unfold her arms and grab her hands.
"We got love, Chilombo. You love me and you in love with me. I love you and I'm in love with you. You don't love him and you damn sure not in love with him." I say.
Bo looked and and bit her lip. I sat up and lifted her chin by my fingers. She looked me in the eyes.
"How do you know that I don't love him? How do you know I'm in love with you instead?" She say, looking away.
"Because you let me kiss you and touch you and let me hold you. You let me be yo man and not once did you say I couldn't. What type of person who's in love, lets another nigga, 'specially yo ex, touch you and kiss you that way?" I explain.
Chilombo sit back and think for a minute. Tears start running down her face. I know she know I'm right. I cup her cheeks and wipe her tears.
"I know I did you wrong, baby. I know that. That shit eat me up every day I ain't with you. I can't tell you how sorry I am. But me and you supposed to be together. You ain't happy, baby. That nigga can't make you smile, cry, and laugh like I can." I say.
"So what are you trying to say? We need to try again?" She says, shaking her head.
"I'm saying that breaking up ain't no option no more. We can't run from eachother now. We got a baby, Ma. We can't give up. We ain't gon' give up." I say, rubbing her stomach.
Bo bit her lip and look away again. Please say yes. Please say we can try again.
"You get your shit together!" She snap, pointing at me.
"I promise, baby." I say, kissing her.
"I will."
